(My nomination for newest literary genre)
Our spiritual teachers have advised us that we cannot achieve inner peace if we complain. I understand that we should instead feel gratitude and seek out ways to feel grateful. We do feel better and our world does better with our change in perception.
However, I believe that in order for gratitude to find its place within, take seed and grow, we must empty out whatever is taking its place, and the best method for doing that is a literary genre unto its own, the rant.
Dylan Thomas urged his father to “Rage, rage against the dying of the light!” What more proof than that do you need?
Once you get things off your chest, then you have space to breathe.
My friend and I, who both had careers in education, employed this technique for ranting: We packed an overnight bag, headed for the nearest big city for some shopping and some theatre, and then we jumped in either her car or mine. We called whichever car it was the “Ventmobile.” Each one of us got at least five minutes, maybe ten if the story was complicated, to rant at our heart’s content. We listened intently to the ranter, either quiet or cheering like call and response, “Amen! You said it, Sister!”
When we finished, we were detoxified. We’d accomplished an energy shift and we felt incredibly better than when we’d boarded the Ventmobile. We had space to be happy and giggle and breathe and wonder and be inspired. We filled that empty space with fun and happy memories.
One of my writer friends is an expert at the rant. I love listening to her whether I share her peeve or not because her energy crackles and sparks in the telling of her story. Even if she’s writing the rant, I can feel how involved she is right then in her life. She’s not sitting comatose in front of her TV. She’s engaged and alive. And usually funny. Speaking her truth and getting over herself.
Holding anger in destroys the liver. If we don’t rant, we fall ill. Rants are like taking a spiritual poop. They help us get centered, make a change, feel grateful. Often I find connections with others as well, because they share the same pea in the shoe, thorn in the side, bur in the butt gripe that I do. Conversation ensues. A good rant leads you at its end to the question, “So now what are you going to do about it?” The answer will help you form a plan of action.
Messages from recent meditations have told me in various ways that now is the time for me to work on the throat chakra, the speaking the truth chakra, that turquoise Adam’s apple. If I’m receiving the message, I feel honor-bound to heed its intent.
The Universe is ready for me to rant. I’m going to have me some fun. Stay tuned for rant number one, soon to follow.